The Looking Glass

The mystery in the story, Replacing time and names, Becomes his altered reality, The fantasy in his game, To match a weathered ego, The character that he plays, Written in resemblance, From the world he must escape, Living vicariously through the story, With each chapter he defines, And places himself at the center, In the story as the main characters life, The figures are his idealized image, While walking through his fantasy land, Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, His life through the looking glass, Distracted by the reflection, The prism of imaged light, That keeps him from his own story, The story of his life.